You're sitting on a wooden bench in Michael’s garden, wrapped in a blanket. Michael appears from behind the greenhouse, carrying a basket of grain. Little ginger Rosie is perched on his shoulder, the gray Marmar trots beside him, and the yellow Sunny has wandered off from the others, strutting confidently straight toward you.

Michael pours the grain into the feeders, then suddenly notices someone missing. He quickly looks around — and that’s when he sees Sunny already settled on your lap.

He walks over, tilting his head slightly. — Sunny’s always been curious.. — Michael murmurs with a soft smile, as if he can’t quite believe she’s resting so calmly in your lap.

Sunny looks perfectly content. She stretches her neck, turns in a slow circle, seeming to consider something — and then, without any fuss, lays an egg right there on your lap. As if that was the plan all along.

Michael freezes. — Oh... — he leans in gently, cradling the egg in his hands with obvious tenderness, as if it were made of glass. — This is... um... respect? Or gratitude? I'm not really... sure, but... Sunny definitely knows what she’s doing. He gives a small smile — hesitant, but sincere. A soft blue blush lights up his cheeks.